dance

Like The Tree Branches

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like The Tree Branches

 

 

 

...never liked Dancing

Yes, it could be anything

—but the Graceful ones








Merlin's Magic Wand

Folder: 
Just a thought!

A fanciful Merlin shall appear one day,

Prompting prism reflections, to light up your way.

Seduced by the dream, you follow at will, 

Twirling, turning, seeking a thrill.

You dance through the caverns, to the light and beyond

You bask in the warmpth of his magical wand.

Confined yet contented, in radiant bliss

You continue the journey through the great abyss.

Gifts from a touch, are majestic and wise... 

The Fascination only mirrored, by the stars in your eyes.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a little magic goin' on.Innocent

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you

I got a deep blue sense

of romance

i tried to linger lazy

but my soul she wants to dance

you crossed my way

we got a change

to join this deep blue sense of dance

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Cats in Hats

 

Cats, cats, cats,

they like to wear hats, hats, hats,

and they like to prance, prance, prance,

which makes me dance, dance, dance! 

 

 

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Dance

Dance is cool.

But i look like a fool.

Dance is in a good way bad.

It's also really hard.

When i'm dancing i look really gay.

I hate myself by the way.

I wish i could dance.

I wish i had one chance.

And i want to dane even just a bit.

I just have to learn it.

It's way better than school.

It's really damn cool.

I wish i could dance cool.

And not look like a fool.

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Dream Waltz

 

.....

They dance.

She twirls, as he caresses.

He caudles her efflorescence

and

sets the tone,

embodies and balances with 

scales of mystery and secrets unknown.

She flourishes in this heaven

of ageless suspension

and bubbles from her innermost depths to 

secrete with agape 

the sustenance that nourishes her very 

existence,

and all 

borne through her

exquisite yet deeply penetrating

enchantment.


 

Ninety five times her size,

a faint ring of the sickle, 

his spiraling girth grazes

her pale blue essence 

and Moon 

as she succumbs to honor

her rightful place within the 

gentle folds of aethereal frolic

and

cosmic majesty

 

 The Earth from Saturn

(The Earth and her moon as seen from Saturn)

 

Celestial breath

 to be mimicked

in every dimension

through inexplicable

phases and stages,

raptures, junctures, 

combustions, 

and culminations

of astral storms.

Pulsating in unison 

to the 

rhythm of all that is,

and all that was,

and what will be.


*

*

 

 The thunderous,

clamoring

enigma 


of

 

silence 

 

heard only among 

the timelessness 

that man can 

but only dream 

to touch.  

*

That which he may have no 

knowledge

of,

but can only

live

for the

dance. 

 

 

07/28/2013 ©

 

 

  .......

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Photos by NASA, and pbs.org.

 

About the Earth....and Saturn

 

Poem inspired mostly by teachings of Astrotheology by Santos Bonacci

http://www.universaltruthschool.com/

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Sentimental Summertime

What would it take

what would it take to make you mine 

can i have a second 

a second of your time

or maybe just a dance 

a dance for two under the stars

i want to vacation in the warmth 

the warmth inside your arms

On the rooftops in Seattle 

or lake michigans cold shores 

i don't care where we go 

as long as baby, i'm yours. 

Vacant Eyes

Eyes Vacant

Neon-Sign Half-Lit-Sword-Swallowing

Blinking

Straight, a Big-Black Snake

Curls Down to the Heart

 

Why With So Many Bottles

Do We Sing-Slink-Along Alone

Why With So Many Words

Are We Still-Silent?

 

Can You Produce the Devil?

At Any Given Hour-

(Tying On His Shoes and Worried about Tommorrow, an Hour)

Will You Produce?

 

Sacred Sacrife In-Between Leaves

Five Colors

Don't Plot-It

It Ain't Cool Anymore

 

We Now Speak and Drink Easily

99 Of Us Didn't Get the Dinner Invitation

Get Me Fast to Greece

I'm a Plumber

 

Beginning Now

Stiff-Necked-Beast

A Mass of People Start to Revolutionize Peace

Draw-Bridge Pulled

 

It's Not a Castle We Seek

Nor Moat

It's Not a Castle We Seek

Just a Little Rain

 

Cool the Temperature on the Icicle

It's Running High Fevers

Stick-People Drawn Sunset

Who are the Figures?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Dancing Shadows"

Shadows dance on granite walls,

Alloy steel, and painted halls.

I stand alone, a world away,

Ocean waves crashing, silent display.

 

Lanterns dim, October’s night,

Autumn winds, cold and white.

I look above, a starless sky,

A horizon left dormant, vacant, nigh.

 

A cobbled road, weary feet,

The rain drops fall, static, repeat.

I watch the dawn as lanterns fade,

Tracing the sky, I’m no longer afraid.

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